Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild - Chapter 477
Chapter 477 Little demon don’t run away (1)
When Rong Huang woke up, he found himself in a big jar.
Rong Huang was a little dazed. Why would she be the little overlord of the God Realm in a jar?
Rong Huang was about to climb out, but found that his lower body seemed to be tightly entangled by something.
Before she could even touch the mouth of the cylinder, she threw it off.
Rong Huang found himself falling into the mud, mud all over his face.
Just when Rong Huang was struggling to get out of the mud tank, Shui Shui kid appeared in time.
“My lord, you still don’t want to make senseless struggles.” Shui Shui sighed while looking at the white lotus in the big tank.
Rong Huang felt that the water was going to heaven.
Is this the tone and attitude that you should have when you talk to the king?
Rong Huang snorted and said fiercely, “Be careful, you will be miserable when I get out.”
Shui Shui chuckled and pointed to the big tank, “My lord, you are a white lotus now.”
Rong Huang: “???”
I suspect you are connoting me.
Rong Huang said angrily that she was angry.
This great king is the most open and upright little phoenix in the Six Realms. How could he be a complex creature like the white lotus?
Rong Huang didn’t believe it a hundred.
Seeing that Rong Huang didn’t believe it, Shui Shui fluttered with her little wings and flew away.
Rong Huang: Huh? Shui Shui wouldn’t be bullied by her to cry in which corner, right?
After a while, Shui Shui appeared carrying a mirror.
Shui Shui tried his best to put the mirror in front of Rong Huang, and said in a low voice, “Hey, look at you, lord, you know I didn’t lie to you.”
Rong Huang tried to curl his neck and looked up, vaguely saw a white flower bone.
The flower bones were stained with mud and looked dirty.
Rong Huang tilted his head, and Hua Guduo tilted his head accordingly.
Rong Huang: “……???”
The atmosphere fell into silence.
After a long time, Rong Huang slowly uttered his voice, his milky voice filled with arduousness, “So, I really became a white lotus?”
Shui Shui heard the sadness in Rong Huang’s tone, and quickly comforted, “My lord, don’t be sad. Although you are a white lotus, the white lotus is also divided into different positions.”
“Oh?” Rong Huang suddenly became interested, putting away his discouraged expression, “Then I should be the most powerful flower flower?”
“No.” Shui Shui ruthlessly revealed Rong Huang’s illusion. “Although you are a white lotus, your cultivation is still shallow. Any little demon can kill you.”
Rong Huang…Rong Huang was really sad.
Rong Huang whimpered, “Really?”
Shui Shui emphasized, “Although this world is modern, there are many spirits, including many thousand-year-old monsters.”
“Then how many years have I been a fine?”
Rong Huang thought about the flower bones he saw in the mirror just now, snapped his face into the mud.
It must be a weak chicken without flowers.
Shui Shui checked it, and whispered, “Twenty years.”
Rong Huang collapsed into a small biscuit.
Leave me alone, I just want to be quiet.
Just when Rong Huangjing had enough and was about to try to climb out of the big tank for the second time, a squeaky voice sounded.
At this moment, Rong Huang just pulled his head out of the silt, and when he heard the sound, he quietly lifted the flower bones and looked towards the sound source.
It is night now, but there are lights outside the house, which does not affect Ronghuang’s vision.
It is a man in a wheelchair.
The man is wearing a black shirt, trousers of the same color, and his black hair is slightly longer.
The man’s facial features are sharp and angular, his nose is high, his narrow black eyes are beautiful peach eyes, his eyes are dull and lazy, and he is proud.